Mr. Woody

My mama said I got death on me (My eyes stressed some)
 The reason I got this vest on me (Ay, nigga left on me)
 Helluva made this beat baby
 Bitch (Bitch)
 Ayy free Lil easy, Bitch
 (Back to the street shit)
 And free [?] (Back to the street shit)
 I ain't [?] in the city (Bitch, bitch)
 Fuck with me (Bitch, bitch, back to the street shit)
 Back to the street shit
 Bitch, bitch, Back to the street shit (4 gang in this)
 I ain't [?] in the city
 I ain't into talking, la-la-la
 Ain't been the same since I got shot (Duh)
 My leg hurt, but ay, he got dropped
 We got [?]
 Free my pops, fuck my opps
 Nah for real (Bitch!)
 You gon make more than the news, if you touch my watch
 Yelling free my nigga Nells ([?])
 You ain't never take a life, I can tell
 [?] playing murder in that cell, kinda shook ya
 Give me dub, I'll cook it (Pussy!)
 Hunnit thousand on me all [?]
 Seven murders in, all [?]
 Quick to top something just for looking
 Quick to drop something, I'm a bully
 Handgun chop, its a fully
 Old school chop, Mr. Woody (Mr.
 Woody nigga, y'all niggas know how we coming)
 Bitch don't come around [?] nobody (Bitch)
 Any nigga round me [?]
 [?] on the wood cause he dropped me
 fucking getting mad, cause he had
 Four chops deep when we ride
 Big fours, bitch you can't [?]
 Hustle boys, yeah I got it [?]
 Push yo shit back cause he ready
 Back to the street shit
 I was gone, now I'm back on the east bitch
 I ain't [?] in the city